The following account has developed in much the same way as a family photo album. I spent the best years of my life putting it together, and I intend to spend the rest of my life inflicting it on my friends. Noting at an early age, that things poorly recorded are shortly forgotten, I’ve taken great pains to put to paper unmerciful attention to detail, determined that my journal might at some later date, bring flawlessly to memory the width, breadth, scope, and insight of my every perception, not to chastise mind you, but simply to inform. This then, in note, narrative, reminiscence and occasionally painful detail is my account.